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Syzygy by Yusef Komunyakaa
prayer for the new year by Rhiannon McGavin
For Janet, at the New Year by Ellen Bass
Value Form by Brendan Joyce
A field in Scurry County by Christian Wiman
[i basked in you] by Franz Wright
promise by Franz Wright
one heart by franz wright
“It is late, but the darkness breaks open. Mercy grows in you. The green fires of night burn through the same air that lifted birds. And this is how a whole life unfolds—in minutes too painful and rich for you to bear them. Copper roofs holding sun, the smell of thyme, cements laced with rain. You were a child and then a storm. You were a garden. Even as you die you will not cease to dream.” Joanna Klink, in "The Nightfields"
Trying to Raise the Dead
by Dorianne Laux
Look at me. I’m standing on a deck in the middle of Oregon. There are friends inside the house. It’s not my
house, you don’t know them. They’re drinking and singing and playing guitars. You love
this song, remember, “Ophelia,” Boards on the windows, mail by the door. I’m whispering
so they won’t think I’m crazy. They don’t know me that well. Where are you now? I feel stupid.
I’m talking to trees, to leaves swarming on the black air, stars blinking in and out of heart-
shaped shadows, to the moon, half- lit and barren, stuck like an axe between the branches. What are you
now? Air? Mist? Dust? Light? What? Give me something. I have to know where to send my voice.
A direction. An object. My love, it needs a place to rest. Say anything. I’m listening. I’m ready to believe. Even lies, I don’t care.
Say burning bush. Say stone. They’ve stopped singing now and I really should go. So tell me, quickly. It’s April. I’m
on Spring Street. That’s my gray car in the driveway. They’re laughing and dancing. Someone’s bound
to show up soon. I’m waving. Give me a sign if you can see me. I’m the only one here on my knees.
final notations by Adrienne Rich
Come. And Be My Baby, Maya Angelou
24. book of mercy, leonard cohen
love poem by Megan Fernandes
give me a world you have taken the world i was tuesday
year day by Jane Kenyon
William Fargason, “I Have Lost Faith”